Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail,
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail.

Never begins it, never, but once engaged.
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage.

say don't tread on me.

So be it, threaten no more.
To secure the peace is to prepare for war.
So be it settle the score, Touch me again for the words you will hear ever more.

Love it or leave it, she with the deadly bite.
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as the lightning strike.
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance.
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance.

no, no, no, no, say don't tread on me.

So be it, threaten no more.
To secure the peace is to prepare for war.
So be it settle the score, Touch me again for the words you will hear ever more.

Don't tread on me.

So be it, threaten no more.
To secure the peace is to prepare for war.
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail,
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail.

So be it, threaten no more.
To secure the peace is to prepare for war.
So be it settle the score, Touch me again for the words you will hear ever more.